For my heart is filled with burning pain, and there is no health in my body.
For my sighing comes instead of my bread, and my groans pour out like water.
“My heart seethes and never stops; days of suffering confront me.
I walk about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand in the assembly and cry for help.
When I kept silent, my bones became brittle through my groaning all day long.
All of us growl like bears or moan like doves. We hope for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.